Stricken from below, the inevitable travellers A mighty demon horde, on wings That brought them through the storms Was no of this earth Still it was not flesh they craved The smell of human souls Made them rage upon this world
Legion The wrath of gods Sent as formless hordes they swipe Endless might, swarming Steamed by pain to ravage earth And claim its light
Fire strikes the earth as it Commence non shall live Chaos rage the world humans Turning as they run On abyssal command they Punish the weak with their laws They came to claim the throne as They conquer every living soul
Legion The wrath of gods Sent as formless hordes they swipe Endless might, swarming Steamed by pain to ravage earth And claim its light
Theough demonic penetration The legion of the formless ones Are swarming demigods Spread like plague it withers the earth The pain, the black, deeds of Pazuzu
Stricken from below, the inevitable travellers A mighty demon horde, on wings That brought them through the storms Was no of this earth Still it was not flesh they craved The smell of human souls Made them rage upon this world